[Fingers tightening around the pitchfork, Connie makes her way closer to the suspicious sounds with light footsteps. Whatever shows up, she's prepared for the worst case scenario and to leap away.]
[When she rounds a corner, however- ]
[She recognizes what it is, even if it's not exactly the same as the pair she's fought before. A tangled mess of limbs, colors clashing and twisted, the faintest glint of a gem-]
[Connie takes in a sharp breath and jerks back, but doesn't take off running.]
no subject
[When she rounds a corner, however- ]
[She recognizes what it is, even if it's not exactly the same as the pair she's fought before. A tangled mess of limbs, colors clashing and twisted, the faintest glint of a gem-]
[Connie takes in a sharp breath and jerks back, but doesn't take off running.]
Oh no...